His Majesty Atifa was in a bad mood, and everyone at the court meeting saw this, and after the commanders of the various ministries left Turin one after another, the remaining civil officials were even more silent.

"El Netos, how is the production capacity divided?"

"Your Majesty, all the factories on Tenth Street have been put into use, among which the first and second factories of ordnance were put into operation three days ago."

"I'm asking you about capacity."

After thinking for a moment, Elnetos replied.

"The first factory produced a total of 500 pairs of saddles, and the second factory produced a total of 160 sets of war horse chain armor."

Atifa frowned slightly.

"That's all?"

Everyone sweated for Elnetos, His Majesty has a vivid memory, once she asked more than three questions, the average minister couldn't resist it at all.

Fortunately, Elnetos was a dutiful minister, he was quick to say.

"The workers weren't familiar with the processes on the assembly line, and there were problems with the first day's functional arrangements, so the output was a little less than expected, and I think it would take a week for everyone to get used to it."

"Is that so?"

Atifa turned to the Minister of Agriculture.

"Minister Roronoa, tell me what you think."

The Minister of Agriculture suddenly became nervous, the production capacity of the light factory was supposed to be the responsibility of the Minister of Agriculture, but it happened that Ernetos was handing over the construction of the factory in the past few days, so he also greeted Ernetos to help take care of it, and now Atifa suddenly asked......

"Your Majesty,"

Luo Luonoa stood up stubbornly, "Chen also thought that the factory's production capacity was expected to meet expectations in a week. ”

Atifa glanced coldly at the file in front of him.

"What needs to be improved, and are there any good suggestions?"

"This ......"

Roronoa looked at Elnetos, who cleared his throat.

"Your Majesty......"

Atifa interrupted him with a raised hand, and she grabbed her quill and read it on the file, the sound of a screech wafting through the silent chamber, and goosebumps rose on all the ministers at the sound of the voice.

"Smack."

Atifa put down her quill pen and glanced at everyone, her tone cold beyond words.

"What I need is your brains that have been through the wind and waves, not your body that gasps after two steps. You have not raised any objections to the assignment of your duties, and now I am giving you a chance to adjust your responsibilities. ”

She paused, and everyone avoided those eyes.

"Does anyone think they're too busy with their work right now, they can mention it to me here."

No one dared to speak, everyone was afraid of being eaten by Atifa, with their small bodies, they were not enough to plug Atifa's teeth.

"Hmph."

Atifa snorted, "Not everyone can become a good Ocassim soldier, but everyone can do your job, and if anyone can't even do this kind of thing, then pack up and go to Pinto." ”

Roronoa had a word of suffering, so he had to say it.

"Your Majesty, the minister is guilty."

"I'm not a judge."

Atifa ignored him, "Ramon, are those recruits ready to go to war?" ”

The Minister of War quickly stood up, the last time he stood so tall was when Ikra VIII came to Turin to make a tour.

"Your Majesty, led by the deputy commander of the Griffin Army, the commanders of the Black Eagle Army and the Thunder Lion Army have already inspected the recruit camp, ninety percent of the recruits have been incorporated into the army, and the remaining one has been sent to the east as a reserve."

He took a breath, "A new recruitment is already underway, and it will require the cooperation of your colleagues. ”

"Sit down."

Atifa whispered, the orange-red flames in his eyes had converged.

She knew that it was inappropriate to say such heavy words in the court, and she once again failed to control herself.

In the trembling reports of the remaining ministers, the court meeting was quickly over.

"Adjournment."

Before the ministers could get up, Atifa stood up with a white coat and hurried towards the gate, the ministers quickly lowered their heads, and Nanhart quickly followed her steps.

"Go to the Griffon Army barracks."

......

The recruits, who had just been incorporated into the Griffin Army, were locked up in the barracks, and they were lying on the fence in confusion, talking to the vague figures in the distance.

"Who's that guy?"

"Commander Gaia!"

"I mean the woman next to him."

"Isn't the barracks not allowed to be entered?"

"You dare to take care of Commander Gaia's affairs?"

Soon, the two figures disappeared at the end of the road, which was the direction of the martial arts arena.

"Gaia, how are you feeling lately?"

Gaia stretched out his hands, his arms already thicker than they had been a month ago.

"Your Majesty, although I am getting stronger, I also feel that I am gradually losing control."

"It's imperceptible to losing control, you just haven't adapted to the changes brought about by this power."

Atifa stopped, squinting at the target in the distance.

The Okasim Empire has a lot of land, but the process of refining ore cannot catch up with the Vinada Empire, but because of the special manufacturing method, a large number of low-level Ocassim salutes are constantly produced, and they have been distributed to various armies, and now shooting is a compulsory subject for the Okasim army.

"Dragons have the power to come from emotions, and you have to be proficient in the process."

Atifa withdrew his gaze and looked at Gaia, "Come on, think about your most extreme emotions. ”

As the words fell, orange flames lit in Atifa's eyes, and one after another scales enveloped her face, and she took off her white coat, and under the light veil was a black body covered with scales.

"Your Majesty."

Gaia nodded secretly, he took off his helmet and set it aside, the exact same flame ignited in his eyes, and the two evil dragons were standing on the high platform and staring at each other.

The black dragon opened his mouth, and Sen Ran's voice echoed in the wind.

"Remember, emotions are the most fundamental force."

"I understand."

Gaia clenched her fists and jumped into the arena first.

Atifa looked down at him condescendingly, then leaped down, his fists clenched in midair, four pairs of identical pupils staring at each other. Gaia bent her knees slightly, then threw a punch.

The two screaming fists were about to collide together, but neither of them had the intention of punching each other, Atifa took the lead in grabbing Gaia's wrist, first pulled him up violently, and then smashed it to the ground, Gaia's bones made a metallic sonorous sound, and they were not pulled off by Atifa in one fell swoop.

As he fell, Gaia grabbed Atifa's wrist with his backhand, and Atifa couldn't throw him out in the first place.

The two forces froze in mid-air, neither of them could shake off the other, and the two figures kept spinning, and finally both fell to the ground, rolling on the ground several times in a row.

Sharp claws sinked into the ground, four pairs of eyes looked at each other again, and the two charged figures collided together like streamers, this time the attack was fist-to-flesh.

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